Swan Upon Leda

A husband waits outside

A crying child pushes a child into the night

She was told he would come this time

Without leaving so much as a feather behind

To enact at last the perfect plan

One more sweet boy to be butchered by men

But the gateway to the world

Was still outside the reach of him

Would never belong to angels

Had never belonged to men

The swan upon Leda

Empire upon Jerusalem

A grandmother smuggling meds

Past where the god child-soldier Setanta stood dead

Our graceful turner of heads

Weaves through the checkpoints like a needle and thread

Someone's frightened boy waves her on

She offers a mother's smile and soon she's gone

The gateway to the world

The gun in a trembling hand

Where nature unmakes the boundary

The pillar of myth still stands

The swan upon Leda

Occupier upon ancient land

But the gateway to the world

Was still outside the reach of him

Would never belong to angels

Had never belonged to men